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Camp Redwood

Prologue

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It was the first day of summer break and Joey had been waiting desperately for it. Counting down the days until he could just stay home in his room enjoy his hobbies. To others this would probably be deemed boring. For Joey, it is freedom.

Well....at least It would have been freedom, had his mother not just brought his world crashing down around him.

"You're joking right?" Joey blanched, his body going still in panic. His mother had just 'so kindly' informed him that rather than enjoying his much anticipated holiday break, he would be attending a two week long adventure camp ISN'T THAT FANTASTIC!? Physical activities! Delicious camp food! and people! PEOPLE!! Oh how Joey loved meeting new people...not. His mother had gifted him with a one way ticket to hell.

The petite blonde just smiled sweetly at her stricken looking son. Her expression telling Joey, that no, this was no joke. And yes, she is sure this is a great idea.

Burying his face in his hands Joey cried out mournfully. "How could you do this to me! You of all people! You know how much i've suffered this year! Why would you send me to a place where i'm just going to meet more people that hate my guts!?"

Joey closed his eyes for a moment behind his hands and found himself being unwillingly dragged into his memories.

'Clutching his books to his chest Joey hurries to the next class. Music.... the only worthwhile thing he has to look forward to in this hell-hole people call a school. He smiles happily as he walks, basically skipping. Unfortunately, his good mood doesn't last. His fragile world of happiness comes crashing down as suddenly a pair of hands come out of nowhere and throw him bodily to the floor, the momentum sending his light form slamming painfully into the nearby lockers.

Joey groans and blinks blearily against the pain that is quickly spreading through his ribs and skull.

"Hey pretty boy." croons the voice of his attacker. It's Alex, captain of the football team, personal tormenter of Joey.

"Hey freak."

Oh goody his sidekick is here to.

"Fucked any boys lately slut?" Alex asks. obviously not expecting a reply, just looking for more ways to tease Joey uncreatively. And despite his predicament, Joey finds it in himself to gives him one anyway "Have you?" he wheezes back snarkaly.

The look on Alex's face is nearly worth the harsh kick to his already battered side. "Shut the fuck up faggot! You think you're funny?"

This time Joey knows better than to reply and instead shakes his head and holds his hands over the worst his injuries to protects them from further attack.

Joey doesn't understand what he had ever done to this guy to warrant such violent attentions. All he knew was that from the beginning of freshman year, Alex had hated him and had done everything in his power to make Joey miserable.

And he was succeeding to.

He picks himself up off the floor and leans against lockers , arms around wrapped his chest and eyes shielded by his hair. He is trying…. trying to ignore them. Trying to pretend their words and actions don’t hurt him as much as they do.

He puts forward a false bravado in hopes that they might just get bored and leave him alone. So far, all that has gotten him is more pain.

As he walked, he audibly hisses as pain shot through his lower back. It was going to be a long day.’'

His mother's amused voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Jeez Joey, calm down, it will be fine!" She said Punching his shoulder playfully "You'll have fun trust me." Joey frowned and rubbed his arm ...Yeah, he thought I'm sure...

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Bannar: i620.photobucket.com/albums/tt…

Camp Redwood

Prologue

-----------------------

It was the first day of summer break and Joey had been waiting desperately for it. Counting down the days until he could just stay home in his room enjoy his hobbies. To others this would probably be deemed boring. For Joey, it is freedom.

Well....at least It would have been freedom, had his mother not just brought his world crashing down around him.

"You're joking right?" Joey blanched, his body going still in panic. His mother had just 'so kindly' informed him that rather than enjoying his much anticipated holiday break, he would be attending a two week long adventure camp ISN'T THAT FANTASTIC!? Physical activities! Delicious camp food! and people! PEOPLE!! Oh how Joey loved meeting new people...not. His mother had gifted him with a one way ticket to hell.

The petite blonde just smiled sweetly at her stricken looking son. Her expression telling Joey, that no, this was no joke. And yes, she is sure this is a great idea.

Burying his face in his hands Joey cried out mournfully. "How could you do this to me! You of all people! You know how much i've suffered this year! Why would you send me to a place where i'm just going to meet more people that hate my guts!?"

Joey closed his eyes for a moment behind his hands and found himself being unwillingly dragged into his memories.

'Clutching his books to his chest Joey hurries to the next class. Music.... the only worthwhile thing he has to look forward to in this hell-hole people call a school. He smiles happily as he walks, basically skipping. Unfortunately, his good mood doesn't last. His fragile world of happiness comes crashing down as suddenly a pair of hands come out of nowhere and throw him bodily to the floor, the momentum sending his light form slamming painfully into the nearby lockers.

Joey groans and blinks blearily against the pain that is quickly spreading through his ribs and skull.

"Hey pretty boy." croons the voice of his attacker. It's Alex, captain of the football team, personal tormenter of Joey.

"Hey freak."

Oh goody his sidekick is here to.

"Fucked any boys lately slut?" Alex asks. obviously not expecting a reply, just looking for more ways to tease Joey uncreatively. And despite his predicament, Joey finds it in himself to gives him one anyway "Have you?" he wheezes back snarkaly.

The look on Alex's face is nearly worth the harsh kick to his already battered side. "Shut the fuck up faggot! You think you're funny?"

This time Joey knows better than to reply and instead shakes his head and holds his hands over the worst his injuries to protects them from further attack.

Joey doesn't understand what he had ever done to this guy to warrant such violent attentions. All he knew was that from the beginning of freshman year, Alex had hated him and had done everything in his power to make Joey miserable.

And he was succeeding to.

He picks himself up off the floor and leans against lockers , arms around wrapped his chest and eyes shielded by his hair. He is trying…. trying to ignore them. Trying to pretend their words and actions don’t hurt him as much as they do.

He puts forward a false bravado in hopes that they might just get bored and leave him alone. So far, all that has gotten him is more pain.

As he walked, he audibly hisses as pain shot through his lower back. It was going to be a long day.’'

His mother's amused voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Jeez Joey, calm down, it will be fine!" She said Punching his shoulder playfully "You'll have fun trust me." Joey frowned and rubbed his arm ...Yeah, he thought I'm sure...